Warlocks Grim & Withered Hags

O Prince of Hell, I bow to thee before thine blackened throne

Your servants dwell in blasphemy wherever they may roam

I vow to live in lechery and may you walk behind

Temptation plants its wicked seed within thine willing mind

May the hangman take their souls

From church to flaming hollow

May the hangman drag their souls down

Warlocks, one with the fire

Withered hags, sink your claws into me

Warlocks in kirkyards conspire with death

Tales of your iniquity, they travel through the night

While Eden's sweet serenity is raped with much delight

Upon the tempest's rugged wings, you ride o'er battered graves

A reign of torment may you bring until the end of days

Turn down the crucifix

For the rabid, scythe-wielding triple-six

Turn down your crucifix now

Warlocks, one with the fire

Withered hags, sink your claws into me

Warlocks in kirkyards conspire with death

Let kelpies wander the fjords

And lanterns float in the mires

The Queen of Winter, with hair white as snow

Brings the fog where they hide

Bewitched lands where the old gods still lurk

Wild-hanging woods, the revered Devil's church

Treacherous mountains will take you

And send you below

Wraiths in the gloaming, they roam while you sleep

The wind cuts through bones, where grieving mothers weep

Fare-you-well, straight to hell

Into the abyss, you drift

Warlocks, one with the fire

Withered hags, sink your claws into me

Warlocks in kirkyards conspire with death

Warlocks bound to His power

Withered hags cursing the Trinity

Warlocks, the witching hour is here

Now, onwards we go